Children's Work: Year 5
THE SQUIRREL AND THE OAK OWNER
by Sophie
A long time ago, in a land far away, lived a man named Mr Green. Mr Green owned an oak tree that was over one hundred years old. He loved his oak tree, but there was one problem. In his beloved oak tree lived an acorn loving squirrel named Albert. Acorns grow on oak trees, so Albert ate Mr Green's beloved acorns.
"This has been going on for too long. My acorns are mine and you, Albert, should not be eating them," screamed Mr Green. His neck ached as he said this, because he was looking up at Albert.
"But without them I won't survive the bitter winter!" explained Albert.
Mr Green was old, just like his tree, so he couldn't bear to stand in the cold any longer. He went inside. When Mr Green speaks to pests he firstly understands what they say; secondly, he screams, so as to scare them off....
GREAT EXPECTATIONS
by Ellie
The wind shivered down Pip's spine as he stood in the damp graveyard, overgrown with nettles. He could feel the wet, juicy grass beneath his feet. Pip stood right in front of the moss covered grave that belonged to his father and mother. As he stood there he felt very sad and tired, because his brothers and sisters had all died, apart from one sister, who was married to the blacksmith. Pip quickly looked behind him as he heard a noise from the bush. He saw nothing and looked at the grave again. As Pip never knew his mother and father he looked at the writing on the gravestone. His father's writing on the gravestone described him as looking square, stout and with curly hair.
"You have described the graveyard very well. Now I would like to know about the marshes and Pip's feeling and emotions," said Mrs Chambers.
A LETTER TO THE PRIME MINISTER 1870
by Oliver
Dear Honourable Prime Minister,
It is my duty to inform you that English children are in need of a school; rich and poor. If every child in the country had an education we could have more machines, because if a rich or poor child gets a good education a child could grow up to be a mechanic or inventor. You never know they might get famous, like Alexander Graham Bell, or Charles Dickens. Mr Gladstone, one child could become a doctor and discover more medical advances to stop street children dying, and I think the Queen will be pleased about that! We could get engineers to fix and design blueprints and so much more.
The Queen will then have a brilliant empire.
Your obedient servant.
"Really well written, with excellent vocabulary," said Mr Buck.
KALEIDOSCOPE OF COLOURS
by Charlotte
Bang! A kaleidoscope of colours explodes before my eyes as the first firework is released. I can taste the smoke on the tip of my tongue as the firework fades away into the twinkling stars. The tattered Guy Fawkes burns solemnly on the bonfire. The ripped clothing slowly disappears, sucked into the fire. Whoosh! Another firework; this one is a Catherine Wheel, changing colour as it spins red, pink, blue, yellow. Then it showers down in golden hail, fading again, into the stars. I glance again at the fire, the embers are sinking into the singed grass.
Bright shining colourful rockets fly through the moonlit sky, sowing round and round, trailing coloured smoke behind them, then exploding in a puff of sparks.
Haiku:
"These are particularly good examples, " explained Mrs Chambers, "because the children have used the Japanese traditional 'cutting' technique, where two lines fit together and one line is slightly different in tone. Some of them also have good use of simile - comparing their subject to something else."
Owl
Swooping in the sky
Looking for his night time meal,
Wishing he was home.
Rain
Crying down on earth,
Droplets showering people
Maybe God is sad.
By Hannah
Reflecting Buttercup
Buttercup reflects the
sun, bright yellow like a light
bulb just been replaced.
By Sophie
Shark
Stalking for his prey
Swerving like a motorbike,
Tears the fish apart.
By Ellie
Dolphins
Grey shimmering skin,
Leaping out of crashing sea,
Like a diver, SPLASH!
By Ellie
Cat
Stalks through undergrowth,
Staring hard through amber eyes,
A mouse runs past, BANG!
Eagle
Soaring through grey sky,
Like thunder diving down
The prey is helpless.
Autumn Leaf
Trembling on its stalk,
The delicate stem snaps
Drifting slowly down.
By Charlotte
Deep Sea Diving
Delicate blue sheet
Smashes at your soft contact,
Ripples turn to waves.
By William
SHORT WRITING
My Summer Holiday Poem
The pier is good fun
and cool, amazing and brilliant!
The pier is about fun.
Crabbing is so much fun,
but the crabs nip and hurt!
By Leigh
Where the Iron Man Came From
One day, in a far away galaxy, in a mikly way, a red giant burnt out; and, from the wreckage, emerged the Iron Man. Falling into the sea, the Iron Man was born......
To be continued.
By Charlotte
LOVE IS...
Love is caring for someone or something, treating it with respect and not being horrible.
My Mum
My mum is so loving towards me and my broyher. She helps us with our work, makes our dinner, cleans the dishes, irons our clothes, goes shopping for us, fixes stuff that we break and a thousand other things. It is not just me and my brother, she is loving towards her brother, her mum and her dad. She tries to visit each one of them as soon as possible (even if it is for two nights!). She is loving to everyone.
My Brother
My brother cares for me, my mum, my uncle, my nan and my grandad. I would like him to improve a bit though.
Love is nothing people say, but I think it is one of the most powerful things in the world. It connects people together, takes people's pain and sorrow away. Love is something people can trust, rely on and depend on. It makes people a proper person instead of being a robot. I would say love is enough to keep me alive. I don't need money or fame, love is enough for me, even if I have to live on the streets. Those who love are the dearest ones and God will treat with respect.
I also love my uncle and grandparents.
by Serena.
Wow Serena! I really enjoyed reading this. It made me think about if we can exist with just love. Unfortunately there are also some people who have never had love in their lives!